#380302 added October 19, 2005 at 11:29am Restrictions: None
Detroit (xvii)
[ASR] A poem where the line breaks lead you one way or the other.
♠♠♠♠♠Detroit
(xvii)
"passing the Mariner Church"
♠♠♠♠♠
I drive the Edsel
Ford Freeway.
Wave to the Ambassador
Bridge. To Canada
geese I honk
my horn. Im-
patient, almost pass
out from the fumes
from the Motor
City, oil-leaky
Ford
that blocks my free
way around the
Honda. Civic Center bells
toll behind me
as I take the tunnel
and sink below the waters
this November day that
remembers the Edmond
Fitzgerald.
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